For some reason, hearing Alastor talk about Charlie was like a knife through his heart. On the one hand, the thought of the reason the Hotel was so quiet was that there was no one there... In his piss poor mental state that idea never crossed his mind. Of course that bleeding heart Charlie would be out there looking for him. But then on the other hand... the one that distressed him the most was that Alastor seemed to be more concerned about Charlie, rather than him.

It really shouldn't have come much of a surprise to him by now. Who would care about a pathetic prostitute like him? All the words Val beaten into him came rushing back. No one cared about him. Everyone saw him as an object, what could the get out of him. Even Charlie herself wanted something out of him. She wanted him to become the poster boy of her whole redemption story. Heh... so much for redemption right about now.

"Why do ya care? What are you getting out of all of this?" What are you getting out of me? Angel slowly moved to sit up to stare at Alastor properly for the first time he entered his room. "You have made it painfully clear since day one you don't give a shit about me."